C598 He Lost the Ring
Even if he wasn't conscious, his body instinctively dodged to the side to avoid the punch.
Zhan Hanjue followed the fist and looked at the owner of the fist. Mu Zhengyan was standing opposite of him with killing intent all over his body, like a soul reaper who had just crawled out of hell. He was filled with hostility.
When he thought of the broken walls he saw on the sixteenth floor